"Young Master Lin Feng?" the woman murmured softly. "Is that the same man Elder Tang Aining left the sect for?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, quickly lost amidst the noise of the bustling streets.
Then, in the next instant, she vanished like a passing breeze, leaving behind no trace of her existence.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng had just finished his lunch and slowly set down his chopsticks, letting out a deep, measured sigh.
His expression remained calm, yet there was a faint trace of annoyance hidden beneath the surface.
"Why do people always show up at the most inconvenient times?" he mused inwardly, lightly shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the lingering frustration.
His thoughts drifted to Su Muyao.
By now, he was certain she had already adapted to her newfound strength.
Under normal circumstances, he would have gone to see her immediately.
A faint smile almost appeared on his lips before he suppressed it.
